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My
Grandfather: Pietro Vincolo My Grandfather: Pietro Vincolo was a "Foundling" from Palermo, Sicily, Italy.
....Location: Sicily 1896---- Ancient crossroads by seafaring cultures for 1000's of years;
Mesopotamian, Egyptian, Phoenician, Greco-Persian and Roman.....
....Later, the Vikings,
Moors, Ottoman, Portuguese, Spanish, French, Dutch, and English voyagers, and Mediterranean pirates all sailed-by....Many
stopped-in; attacked, pillaged, conquered, re-settled, moved-in, re-built to market and trade, then attacked and moved-on!....
.....Where do you think the light, and dark and olive complexioned, black, brown and red-haired, red-bearded
Italians all come from?....Much like the "Black Irish!"
....This chapter of the
story opens with a small 10-year-old orphan in 1906, leaning under the sparse shade of an olive tree on the side of a warm
stony mound of earth, standing-watch over his small herd of white Agrigento goats.
Young Pietro looks far beyond the falling hills of Misilmeri, Sicily,
down to the flat azure sea, thinking;
...Who am I?
...Where is my family??...How
can I change this situation???
An "Orphan", any abandoned child
would be dropped-off into the "Turnstile of a Foundling-Wheel", or ruota,
providing some donation-anonymity at every great entrance door of Religious and Municipal sites, provided throughout many European cities and towns,
originally created by Pope Innocent-III in 1198.
....But with Pietro, he was without "The Note" in his basket....
No re-traceable blanket!.... No-toy for any future identification,
a normal custom, the protocol so someday the baby could be traced-back, retrieved and rescued by someone more responsible! https://www.abruzzogenealogy.com/infant-abandonment-and-foundling-wheel-in-southern-italy-abruzzo-molise/ How Pietro got to that Orphanage way-off
up in the hills of the little mountain town of Misilmeri will forever remain a mystery...
As well as, who his parents
were and why his mother gave him up?
....But I'm still working on that!......
.....Was
it foolish youth? ....Family-stigma issues? ....Indiscretion? .....Unrequited love, but with the father still present?
....Was the mother too ill, or they too poor? ....Did they purposely travel there from the mainland for privacy, or were sailing-by, they stopped into a foreign port with an emergency delivery, and give birth?
.....Or, the result of something more sinister: Vendetta;
since the baby was "brought to full-term",
he was Registered in Palermo civic office by his father but with an Alias, with no mother-listed,
and then totally hidden
away far enough for his protection?
…..Maybe just Family politics, or Real politics?
…..Why
was this baby carried from a main city with its own "Foundling-Wheel" orphanages, a major city filled of future-adopting-parents,
but instead stashed so very far away with total anonymity?…
Or, perhaps was even further away from
the Italian "main-land", and the coastal port of Palermo, his birthplace, with No identifiable evidence this child
was ever born to this couple... Without the "Marker", the normal procedural protocol during that era, he didn't
exist!
Who the hell were these people, our great-grandparents???
.....Why the mystery??
** Recently in 2022,
FamilyTreeDNA’s continual activity for the next 25 years,
determined
that (our grandfather’s parents) were in fact;
his father was Sardinian,
and Pietro’s mother was Greek!
Eureka, è fatta!!
…..As
a baby, and then a little boy, he grew up in that distant orphanage in the arid mountains of Sicily...Far different fortunes for him had he been identifiable,
or adopted, but then again, I wouldn’t be here…A curse for him, a blessing for me,…..such is life!
Until at the
ripe old age of 10, he was farmed-out to the LoPresti family as a "day laborer" to help tend their
family's goat herd…
Also, to help deliver their daily milk collection for
consumption and for a local cheese processor. I can only imagine his loneliness and hidden despair, a child
growing older in that orphanage, occasionally watching some fortunate smaller youngster leaving with
a happy family to start a new life….
Or, maybe they were all stuck there like orphans throughout
Italy and Europe during that period, so then my grandfather was a lucky one? ......At the age of 17, finally an industrious a young man with some
finances, he and his life-long best friend boarded the train to the coast.
Then they ventured out onto that slow voyage across
the seas to a fabled-land to make their fortunes, out in the world to A-mer'-ri-ca, he used to say! .....Coming
to America!!!.....
He used to tell me about
when he as a boy of 12, he had that small herd of goats, no dog… He would guard and tend them up high
on the stony hillsides around Misilmeri.
….What did he think about and dream with the little of the
world he must have known?
I was too young to think to ask, but wonder now...
 No transistor radio up on the hills yet….Maybe an occasional newspaper story with colored-impressions and fabled tales of that American dream, around the dinner table?
Pa would describe in great detail the vast scenery across the steppes rolling
down to the sea….Vistas as far as his little eyes could see.
All about each of his animals he had names-for, his extended family. The family that he worked for, the husband
would die, and the woman he came to love as a mother, he would inevitably "send for her" someday and bring her to
America.
...They would sell their fresh goat milk to the "makers" of those wonderful Locatelli Romano and
other cheeses.
Of this, he was quite proud,
and then “we too” would have some
fresh cheeses ourselves; Romanos, 3 types of eating Provolones, fresh bread and olives of all varieties.
He with
his red wine and cigars, and me with my grape juice.
Then,
other times we would sit in his kitchen and he would make me a capicola or prosciutto, sopressata salami and provolone
sandwich, a little mustard on some more fresh, sweet, warm hard crust Italian bread, you can't find in Florida...
Or break out one of those big seeded-buns baked into a flower-shape that we had just brought back home from
D&V’s Italian bakery.....(mayonnaise anathema) ha ha ...
Along with those salty wrinkled black oil-cured
Italian olives, and sour black soft Greek olives, and greens & sour dark-red ones….
And with his special
salad, sliced Roma tomatoes, crisp lettuce that actually had favor, unlike today....
Curly red lettuce, celery nubs,
sweet purple onions, cucumber, some little green and red peppers, extra virgin olive oil, shot of red wine, really-fresh
seasonings and fragrant oregano, lots of salt & cracked black and white pepper,
that savory buffet he would
always prepare for my visits…..
Plus, some of that salty, fresh
wet basket-cheese with peppercorns, or maybe a fresh mozzarella braided-cheese you can't get anymore....And anchovies, figs
and dates.
Then for dessert maybe a fresh cannoli with little chocolate chips, and always Italian fig cookies with
those colored sprinkles, or those chocolate/vanilla frosted-glazed cookie balls!....Anisette toast, or powdered-sugar
dusted Angel Wings, with his strong coffee...a paisan's banquet!...
Again, always with his different wines, or a watered-down
High-Ball on hand, telling me stories or playing his
guitar.
....In the 80's "they" stopped his wine and his High-Balls, and he soon died!....Think-on
that!!...
But this day, me with an Anderson grape soda,
or an Orange Crush in those old orangy-brown
ribbed-neck glass bottles, both obsolete.....Maybe a glass of milk for the pasteries.....
Hey, I was 12 then.
....Mmmm! ...Great times….
Well then, he left his home in Sicily, everything
he'd ever known behind, for the a dream, a chance, an opportunity to travel to the freest nation he’d ever heard
about, that's ever been: US of A….
Why?.... Great gamble, had no one waiting
for him on the other side!....No insurance or assurances, a great risk, all of 17 in 1913...
Though
at least with his buddy, fellow voyager, his "goombaddi-Joe": Gaetano Saitta….....What a fantastic
adventure!.....
And, as fate would have-it (also
his future "brother-in-law to-be”) , as it would turn out….These two soldiers of fortune both sailed on
the SS Guglielmo from Palermo, Sicily.
FATE; as fate
would have-it again....just ahead of angry seas soon to come during the Great War of 1914-18, their ship without opportunity
will be sunk in its near future by the German Das Boot Wolfpack U-Boat: "U-63"!......
......But not today,
that's another story.
Built
for Sicula-Americana, in 1911 and named San Guglielmo. Italy-New York service. Torpedoed and sunk by a German submarine off Italy
on January 8, 1918.
Once arriving on Ellis
Island, having his name typically skewed, it was then-off to Rochester in upstate NY....Why?
Oh Pa’,
arriving in the States only a few days, left the Big Apple for the Flower City, all eyes on
new and unfamiliar sites and surroundings,
while “disembarking a city bus in Rochester, NY, let-him-out
in the middle of a downtown street, apparently the standard routine back-then,
young Peter was
struck down by a police car coming-up the inside lane; fracturing his face, broke his arm and his hip.
Those injuries would forever affect the
way a twisted smile looked, and he then spoke with even broken Italian… Much less him learning English. ...And
the slightly stilted way he would walk and carry himself forever was an unspoken-effort for the rest of his life to
age 89...
Still always happy, always laughing and singing, and playing his guitar…And the US Army still
took him, probably smiling still!...
Always a snappy-dresser, never flashy.... Must have been personal pride, and
a sign of respect for his adopted country. Perhaps his own personal decorum having grown-up with nothing?..... Never without
a tie, with or without a well-tailored suitcoat, and usually a hat.....The man had style, classy!
Starting life in America in the hospital, not so romantic...If happen today he'd be set for life, but in 1913
was probably very lucky to get hit by some city employees. So no-bills crushing or chasing this new young immigrant!!
Though, still a tough break in more ways than one for this foreign stranger in a new land, obviously was
more than up for the challenge, and never let-on to me of his pain, or expressing any physical hardships in his life,
I’d learn about much later…Nor did it ever effect that wry smile he always had on his slightly-tilted
face.
He sang or hummed all the time around me; Bum pa-bum, pa-bum, pa-bum, the Italian Tarantella
beat went-on…. He had played is guitar part-time in a band amongst other talents.
In mid-life he
lived-in and worked-for the Catholic Church.
After his time in the
US Army during WW-I, attached to the US ARMY 4th Company Machine Gun T.C., tending horses for the "US Cavalry tachankas”;
horse-drawn machine gun platforms, during The Great War, received his US citizenship…..
Private Pietro Vincolo receiving
naturalization papers and becoming a US Citizen, he returned to Rochester and became a skilled shoemaker by trade, having
always worked with his hands. A common profession of the day in the 20's and 30's for many new Italian immigrants
with little education; either a ditchdigger, a tailor, a baker, a shoemaker, a Chef, or an Enforcer!.....
....…
Maybe being run-over by that car had a silver-lining?
That was what he did, where
he worked, and where he would met his soul-mate, my future grandmother Josephine, while they made shoes
together.....Solemates!
It must have been fun
back then, as grandma had 4 married sisters, she the baby, and all the family gatherings were numerous and famous...
* They had 3 children; Peter-II "Junior";
the violin player in high school, Army-Air Corps flyer,
custom-shirtmaker businessman with my mother,
a bartender,
part-time carpenter,
and the Rio Bamba restauranteur...,
the daughter Madelana, Madeline-the-Artist
and grad school art-teacher,
and baby Joey, Joseph in the Stock Exchange....
** AND surprise, a 4th newly-discovered "Love Child" at age 66, a
boy.
A new uncle, my junior, another fine US Air Force flyer and veteran,
Grandpa would have been proud of!
*** Surprise #2: a newly discovered grandson, my
brother....
My father Peter-II, ARMY-Air Corps
continued the tradition having a 3rd son, his "Love
Child",
(another great Air Force career and also Navy Seabee)...
I joined the Air Force myself,
but my dad "wasn't a widower" at the time like his father, Pietro-Peter 1st.
...See a strange ( "high-flyer" pattern ) for 1st, 2nd and 3rd generation VINCOLO's here, starting in 1895?....I was 4th
gen., not to confuse.
My pride (4) were all with my wife of 45 years, thank you Carol!..............
Now back to Pietro-Pa, healthy as an Italian Oxen!...
I seriously can't ever remember him being ill...
Until much, much later of course, toward the end of his life when those metal pins holding-his-hip-together
had long since been dissolved inside....and was bent-over almost hunchbacked.
That was long after grandfather retired
from Rochester Gleason Works as a machine operator...Also, no longer worked for his son as janitor in the RIO BAMBA
restaurant, nor could he drive anymore.... Dad gave me Pa's steel-blue Oldsmobile so I could drive him around instead.
Grandpa always a sharp cars....
The eventual-formula
for those lucky-enough to grow old, and the single reason why I'll never retire! ......I also worked in my dad's restaurant as well from age 11 into my 20's,
in a wide variety of positions.....Started at $2.00 an hour but didn't speak pot-washer yet!
Pa really enjoyed and truly loved his grandkids, and his great-grand children to-bits, and all loved him back..... He got
such a big kick out of giving us all "an allowance" every month, which he saved out of his meager
pension....
He would gayly divvy-out the dollars on his bedspread, collecting them into separate
little envelopes for each name, for whenever he'd see any of us kids. I bowed-out as a teenager, but continued
to help with his accounting tasks.
1950-51, I remember my mother baking with my grandmother Josie....And
getting the milk from the box on the sideporch.
The cream already freezing, pushing-up the cardboard
cap....
Watching the coal-deliveries thru the basement window, and pa shoveling-it into the furnace....Sitting
in the grass in the backyard watching my mother and grandma hanging clothes with wooden pins, I'd be playing with....
Grandpa also loved to cook for everybody, and always very good too. His sauzeets
a favorite...Ground his own meat, and I still have their 90-yr old, state-of-the-art, silver meat-grinder that never rusts....Also
have my grandmother's "flower-enameled" spaghetti-vegetable colander...
Maybe out of necessity growing-up too early and alone, but then again after my
grandmother died quite young at age 45, when I was only four years old; Pa was the family Chef!
We lived in my grandparent's
home when I was born, and moved back-and-forth between future homes.
And my grandfather lived with us also after
Gram died at-home in their bedroom...
I can still remember the family all watching me walk-in, sit on her bed,
she held my hand to say goodbye...
I would repeat the same exact ritual 43 years
later with my other grandmother in our home in Florida, where both my mother and elderly grandmother moved-in with us...Sicilians
do that...such is life!
Pa's homes always held heavy aromas of foods cooking when first entering the hall, always a
fragrant "spaghetti sauce" on the boil.
Sometimes he would toss-in some (Pig's
tails) to cook with the stock of tasty meatballs....Always including one-tail in my dish of pasta, or with
some yummy Bracolie....
His killer thin-lean breaded veal-cutlets fried in olive oil, and salty fresh-cut fried potatoes....
He made a mean Italian beef stew also.
He taught my mom
to cook Italian and we all use his recipes to this day. Grandpa always kept a little garden of fresh
herbs and vegetables with lots of tomato plants, behind every house he lived.
As a teenager when I'd
stop-bye and he wasn't inside, I'd find him outback bent-over weeding his garden...
He used to take me to the Pro Wrestling matches, Saturday nights at the War Memorial in Rochester….
(Remember Gorgeous George and the Galagher Bros.) I always liked the midgets, oops, "Little People"
the best.... Hey, I’m short.
He
slept upright in his TV chair much of the time while watching Bonanza, Gunsmoke, Gleason, Ed Sullivan, or Uncle Miltie.
He was more comfortable there due to his back-injuries and he could breathe better. I know
personally how that works today myself….Always a cigar burning I'd find him asleep, luckily....
And he took great pride in making his own wines. With my dad having been an old bartender, I've never drank alcohol so I
can't attest to his vintages!
Like I said, he was also helping-out
as night janitor in his son's restaurant…First was Al Green's, then the partner brother’s, and then finally was
only Pete's, my father's Rio Bamba restaurant....
When I would sleep at the Rio as a boy on weekends,
also a teenager, up in the Banquet Room on a booth on Saturday nights,
Grandpa would wake-me at 5:00 AM….
He would have a pot boiling down in
the restaurant kitchen and we'd have coffee, me with lots of "real cream" (it's was a fancy European-style
Continental restaurant you know),
and he would prepare each of us a big slice of fresh apple pie, and
then he'd melt some cheddar cheese on them from under the broiler. It was sooo good, if I close my eyes I can taste it still!....Having
grown-up in the restaurant busness, many good vintage memories revolve around different food experiences... 
I would help him clean-up
the restaurant during those early Sunday mornings. He would give me those big mirrors up on a
ladder in the front dining room that were covered with thick tobacco smoke residues.
God, I hated that, but also
got pretty good at it: (ammonia & newspapers)….
Don’t think that works today with forest-conservation!
Then, after work we'd stop on the way home at the D&V Bakery, or Lanovara, or maybe Rubino's,
to get some fresh-baked warm Italian bread and cookies. Helping him with those duties is probably the
reason why someday I would start a cleaning business of my own, continuing still today into my mid-70's…..
I told you: "don’t ever retire"!
He
lived quite a long, full, rich life, though much of it personally alone the way he started out…..He
did love two women he had children with!
He was always so darn
happy around family and strangers, and whenever I was with him he was always laughing and telling stories....
Never a harsh word to me = privilege of 1st-Born I think!
I always felt guilty when leaving his company too
soon! We youngsters can't sit still too long, or just relax....Then only to regret-it when older, hoping
our own grandkids would stay a little longer.... KARMA…..
I should have visited him more often and stayed much longer.
I only
wish I could go back once again and hear his voice, his laugh, the aromas of his sauce forever boiling on the stove,
the icky smell of his cigars, and see his bright eyes and little crooked smile...I loved him, to bits!
He was a very sweet, generous, loving, tough, happy
old guy, and that obviously helped sustain him throughout his grand, long, yet physically-uncomfortable life.
"Positive mental attitude",
remember that - PMA!..... It certainly helps and in many more ways than one may think, for sure!
We All Loved Gramps, Oh' Pa….. Our Grandpa!
by Gary Peter (Vincolo) VanCola, 2007
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DNAeXplained – Genetic Genealogy
https://dna-explained.com/2020/03/27/the-shared-cm-project-version-4-released/
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Some research NEWS...MARCH 24TH, 2013
I found a referenced: “unknown father” - Ignoti Vincolo, in the official Palermo Birth Records….
The name VINCOLO, a nom-de-plume or
not,
Peter Vincolo, an unsolvable mystery!
….But Pietro Vincolo was real ....
PIETRO
VINCOLO
Birth: 1 Agosto 1896 in Palermo,
Palermo, Sicilia, Italia,
and that's where the new mystery begins...
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FamilyTreeDNA -
VINCOLO Project - BACKGROUND
My name is Gary Peter Vincolo, Vincola, VanCola.
My grandfather was a "Foundling" in Sicily, Italy, an
Orphan!
My Grandfather Peter Vincola
was born: Pietro Vincolo.
His name given by nuns; Vincolo (VINK'-o-LO) means:
"the chains of Christ"....
Supposedly, a commonly used term for an Orphan
in Italy back then. Why this particular Foundling was “given the name Vincolo", whether by happenstance or
precisely by circumstance, whomever left-him at that orphanage on July 21,1896 is forever a mystery....
But more specifically during my research: Vincolo, is
"totally unknown and unused name" to Sicily
in particular.
Now, I am searching into the past for our grandfather’s family.
The only catch, there
aren't any Vincolo's in Sicily of today either, and I can't find that there ever were any Vincolo's living in Sicily proper.....
In Italy, never in Sicily!
No one else, no one other than this little boy
who had to grow-up in an orphanage, and was hired-out as a farmhand at age 10 to help tend goats and deliver milk......I wonder
who got that money?
Develop your own scenarios!
The Sicilian Ancestry Ring @2007WebRing Inc.
Pietro; PETER-1st and me
…………..PETER
G. II
….................Gary PETER-III
…………..Garrison
PETER-IV
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Calling All;
Vincolo, Vin Colo, VinColo,
Vincols, Vincoli, Vincolis,
Vincola, Vin Cola, VinCola,
Vinicola, Vinnicola, Vinnicolo,
Vancola, Van Cola, VanCola,
Vanicolo, Vancole, Vincalo,
*All Roads Lead Back To "VINCOLO".
WHY?
The following Surnames have entered the United States over the decades back to the 1800s, and though by accident
or design, these names changed along the way and many of them if not all on those ship's manifest-records were originally
spelled: "VINCOLO",
as well as on many future US Census Records."
#1. e.g. Angelo Vincola
[Angelo Vincolo]
"clearly visible on
the document"
#2. e.g. Raymond Vincols
[Raymond Vincolo]
"clearly visible on
the document"
#3. e.g. Joe Vincalo
[Joe Vincolo]
"clearly visible on the
document"
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Nell'italiano
Mio Nonno: Vincolo di Pietro
era "Trovatello" da Palermo, Italia. Un Orfano. Mio Nonno: Pietro Vincolo
Gli Stati Uniti di aiuto Trovano Le Nostre
Radici di Famiglia di Vincolo sul Largo da Mondo-Tela a: www.ANCESTRY.com
"Progetta
VINCOLO"
La chiamata Tutto il;
Vincolo,
Vin Colo, VinColo,
Vincola, Vin Cola, VinCola,
Vancola, Van Cola,
VanCola,
Vinnicolo, Vinicola, Vinnicola,
Vincoli, Vincols,
Vincolis,
Vanicolo, Vancole, Vincalo,
*Tutte le Strade Riportano A "VINCOLO".
PERCHÉ?
I Cognomi seguenti sono entrati gli Stati Uniti sopra
le decadi sostengono ai 1800 e tuttavia, per caso o il progetto, questi nomi cambiati lungo la maniera e molti
di loro se no tutta il le a tempo di record evidenti di su quella nave erano originalmente sillabate: "VINCOLO", come pure su molto futuro molte a tempo di record di Censimento americane".
#1. per
esempio Angelo Vincola
[Angelo Vincolo]
"chiaramente
visibile sul documento"
#2. per
esempio Raymond Vincols
[Raymond Vincolo]
"chiaramente visibile sul documento"
#3. per esempio Joe Vincalo
[Joe Vincolo]
"chiaramente visibile
sul documento"
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